One day, tears will fill your eyes too,
And the tears in mine will one day run dry.
Cry, then cry that day,
And make yourself understand as well.
When you walk by the riverbank, past my grave,
Pause in silence, draw the air deep into your chest.
Wipe your tears with your veil as you do today,
“I have become Chandramallika,
Will I ever lack those who love me?
One mad soul is gone, so be it.
But how many more will come to love me?”
Yet the echo of those words will ring in your heart.
Still see, the salty tears that day will not cease.
In the air soaked with the scent of the earth, you will understand,
Even if love never lacks in your life,
The love of this one mad soul will never return.